Chapter 942 The Love Yun Chujiu Wants

"Grandfather, what is a spirit? You will have to ascend in the future! Then help me and Xiaobailian take care of the children! Hee hee!"

When Yun Chujiu said this, he reminded Yun Xiaotian: "Xiao Jiu, grandfather would like to ask what your plan is? In a few months, you will be ready. Do you consider getting engaged or married to that child from Beiming?"

"Grandfather, although the little boy is nice to me, and we are considered to be in love with each other, but now the gap between the two of us is too big, whether it is spiritual power or family background, although he doesn't care about these things, some people don't think so. So I have to work hard to be strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him."

"Silly boy, haven't men been strong and women weak since ancient times? Don't they live well? You are almost enough for a girl." Yun Xiaotian said this not because he looked down on Yun Chujiu, but because of his heartache, Xiao Xiao It is too hard to bear so much at this age.

"Grandfather, the love I want is equal, not that one side is superior, and I don't want to be a dependent existence. The love I want is that two people have a common vision and a common language. This kind of love will become stronger as time goes on. And it will not fade with the passing of my appearance, nor will I speculate for no reason because of my inferiority complex."

Yun Xiaotian was stunned, although he couldn't understand Yun Chujiu's thoughts, but he also knew that Yun Chujiu had an idea, so he could only say: "Well, since you have your own plans, then do it according to your own ideas , Grandpa will support you no matter what you do!"

Yun Chujiu's heart warmed up. Although the old man in front of her had no blood relationship with her, even though she was a counterfeit, he had always been kind to her, and she would definitely repay him well.

"Ahem! Xiaojiu, there is something that my grandfather shouldn't have said, but your mother is not here, so my grandfather has the cheek to tell you. Before you get married with that child from Beiming, don't do anything that you shouldn't do. What you do, if you marry as a wife, you will become a concubine, don't let Beiming's family find out."

Yun Chujiu nodded, she knew that Yun Xiaotian was doing it for her own good, she didn't say anything else, with this small body, her aunt never came, even if she wanted to do bad things, she wouldn't dare.

Seeing Yun Chujiu nodding his head, Yun Xiaotian felt relieved. Although Yun Chujiu had never told him anything about Di Beiming's family, he had lived such an old age and was very sophisticated. The family background must not be simple, and they may not agree to the marriage of the two children in the future. If it is really broken up by then, if the last step is not reached, the harm to Xiaojiu will be less.

The grandparent and grandson chatted for a long time, and Yun Chujiu returned to Linghuazong after dinner.

A month later, the four of Yun Chujiu and Feng Ming reached the peak of the ninth level of the Linghuang at the same time, and they were about to ascend through the calamity. Almost all the dignified people in Qingxuan Continent gathered in front of the gate of Linghua Sect. No one had ascended in Qingxuan Continent for thousands of years. Unexpectedly, four Linghua Sects appeared at once, and they were all under 20. A five-year-old young man is really enviable.

Originally, Yun Chujiu wanted to choose the place of ascension to be on the mountain behind Zhongfeng, but seeing so many onlookers, he had to change the place to the open space in front of Linghua Sect, so that it would be convenient for everyone to watch the ceremony without causing any loss .

Di Beiming and Xue Wuji also rushed over from Tianyuan Continent, fearing that something might go wrong with Yun Chujiu.

The three of Feng Ming were very nervous. Ascension needed to overcome nine thunderstorms. They really had no idea. The spiritual power soared too fast. This feeling was like having money in your pocket, but always feeling is borrowed.